Poems and Other Shit

I'm Calling Bluff - Poem

I dream about you and your smile,

And I taste bitter bile.

I imagine touching your golden hair,

Similar to molesting a bear.

I could stare into your blue eyes,

And drown in all your lies.

Or I could kiss those soft lips,

And have the butter go to my hips.

But enough is enough,

It's time to call bluff.

You've laughed at my weakness,

But then lasted the briefest.

You've forced yourself into exits,

And been blatantly sexist.

You've stood me up,

When you couldn't get it up.

Filled my ears with sweet nothing,

And premature huffing.

So as a mark of our enduring adversity,

Otherwise known as our anniversary,

I will take you to the lighthouse on the beach,

Where we first consummated at your beseech.

And when the moon is filling the night sky,

While you turn to unzip your fly,

I will push you over the cliff,

And laugh.